1. Introduction

Lyudmila and I have been together for almost six years, and it seems that we know everything about each other. Sometimes, however, I doubt it. Perhaps she really knows everything about me (or almost everything, if we touch only the two of us), but here I am: To this day, I never cease to be surprised at the magic power of her body, plunging into the violent sea of ​​lust and almost dying in her hot embraces. There are moments when, lying down next to quenching passion and smelling the tart aroma of its smooth and abundant flesh, I want from an excess of feelings to clutch with my teeth and nails into her soft sides and buttocks and frantically torment them. I do not do this because this sudden pain will be unpleasant to her and is not at all like that painful experience at the moment of deep penetration of the penis into the vagina and anus, which a woman can and must endure in order to achieve ecstasy and the highest degree of satisfaction.

What happened on the last evening in May radically changed my views on relations with Lyudmila. In sex, there is always a share of madness (or, more correctly, a noble madness, an indispensable companion of boundless bliss), but it does not prevail in it. I had no idea that the call of the flesh can be so powerful that it can literally enslave a person and his body. Lyudmila managed to prove it to me, and I am eternally grateful to her. How great, incomparably greater than before, our mutual thrust has become, how confident we are, discarding unnecessary and shameful constraint, merge together, submitting to each one! Undoubtedly, our souls, hearts and bodies have become much closer than before.

Involuntarily, I remember how it all began. Overseas Halloween, celebrated at the cottage at my old friend, came the way can not be. However, some of the guests just wanted to indulge in a little fun or to get drunk, but, fortunately, there were others who were looking for communication. More than a year had already passed by that time, after endless scenes, my ex-girlfriend Natalie and I decided to leave and not torture each other. Honestly, her unpredictability, whims, and feigned stupidity were pretty boring to me, but I tried to rehabilitate my passion for a long time, until I was convinced that it was not given to me. The weakness in girls always repelled me, especially since in fact the partner was not so cool and stupid. After our final quarrel, Natalie soon found a new lover friend for herself, a married dork who was under forty years old, who had arranged her for a good position in some kind of municipal organization. I wandered alone before that memorable evening and didn’t particularly want to get acquainted with anyone, since I couldn’t come to my senses and almost gave up on girls completely.

At a holiday with a friend, I almost immediately noticed a very attractive girl about my age among those invited. She was the girlfriend’s girlfriend’s friend’s girlfriend and came to the evening by chance, as she was told that she was coming just two hours before the picnic. Apparently, it was hard for her to be alone that evening, and wanted to have fun. Why Lyudmila was visiting my friend that evening, in my opinion, she herself does not know. Yes, and I found myself there, in essence, "by the desire of the left leg."

Although she looked pale, sad and tired, it was impossible not to appreciate her amazing beauty. A large, as if “marked” figure with rounded shapes, a clear, strong torso, a very wide and high ass, tightly covered with black bridges: who bared her arms to the elbow! ... When she raised her big dark eyes (as it seemed to me then, dark brown, like mine, but in fact they were purple) and slightly opened her delicate mouth framed with juicy lips: that moment a hurricane swept through my body, my muscles strained And the erection was so rapid and powerful that only the blind or drunk completely failed to see how my pants stuck out his raging cock. She saw and smiled.

As if in a fog, our incoherent conversation rushes in front of me.I confess that it is not difficult for me to make acquaintance with a girl, especially a beautiful and attractive one, but, as I have repeatedly seen, my frank pressure embarrasses and disturbs girls, and those who guess about my claims immediately and not requires frills and underlined gallantry, do not find me a decent guy. Perhaps my “quick-witted” behavior was influenced by a bottle of wine drunk for courage (actually, I was afraid that Lyudmila would consider me a drunkard and a worthless empty grain if I overdo it in curtsy). Anyway, I also quickly attracted her attention, at least by the fact that he was the tallest guest, and she, I note, the girl is tall and at the feast surpassed all in size and only one tall girl was inferior in height.

We said, however, not very much. The light was soon extinguished, the hostess of the dacha, my friend's girlfriend, set the pumpkin’s large room-dining room with burning candles on the tables and window sills, played briskly in moderation, moderately gloomy music, and the couples began to dance. On the tape were recorded almost one slow composition, not very long in time, but energetic and exciting. I could not help but admire the trick of my friend: he specifically gave the guests how to flare up with wine and brandy, so that they would become ill and not picky with the music, - some primitive preferred the sober guests, - the synthesizer mixed with percussion:

I invited Lyudmila to dance, and she calmly agreed. She did not drink more than two glasses of wine, but I took that evening fairly and felt my cheeks blaze, although I thought and thought normally; the other invitees were already noticeably drunk. In the dance, I immediately grasped the girl tightly at the torso, slightly pinching the folds of her sides with forefingers and thumbs, and trying to massage the lower part of the back above the sacrum, with the little fingers, where the “cat's line” begins. At the same time, I gave her the opportunity to feel the strength of the muscles, sometimes slightly lifting her heavy body, sometimes pushing her developed “wings” with the biceps of her arms and squeezing her sides tightly with her palms. My firm and protruding member did not fall for a minute, continually touching its iridescent hips; I tried to pull her closer so that, by somewhat suspending our swaying, I could touch her belly, but Lyudmila would not allow it. However, I did not stop trying, and, finally, I managed to get close to her and put my “tool” on her adorable, bulging and decent, but resilient tummy. The girl seemed shy and uncomfortable, even wanted to finish the dance, but I did not let her go. Subsequently, I learned that such things do not bother her at all, and the only thing that can cause her confusion is black ingratitude. The only thing she can not forgive. And that awkwardness was just coquetry.

The room became hot, as the flooded stove warmed up, and some of the guests went to smoke in the courtyard. I occasionally smoked at that time, and suggested that Lyudmila also go out to refresh herself and be in nature. She was not against it, because she smoked herself, but also, like me, not more than three or five cigarettes per day and mostly in the company. After standing on the veranda and talking about that, oh this, we soon enough returned to the dining room, - a damp cold wind blew and it became dank. The house was, on the contrary, stuffy; Ludmila, flushed and cheered up, took off her sweater, under which was a sports green T-shirt, and we again rushed to dance. There was almost no people in the room at all, and the music thundered great; we fooled around more, going from waltz to unbridled lambada, and the girl not only obeyed my wild frills in the dance, but also dabbled herself. In the end, she hugged my shoulders and tapped her hips quite hard on mine, touching the member. As if having made sure that everything was all right with him, Lyudmila laughed, but immediately became serious and said that she had to go home.

I grabbed a little rough ...